CHAPTER 90: THE ORC'S UPRISING (2)
"I won't." He replied concisely.
Before I started working on it, I told general Emilio to lie down as I tossed him some painkillers, hoping that they might lessen his pain a bit sooner, although I doubted it myself. After he gulped them down, I opened the cloth that was wrapped around his wound, and twisted the alcohol bottle's cap.
"Hang on a bit, this might be painful."
"Y--ugh!"
Before he could finish talking, I shoved the relatively clean side of the cloth into his mouth to avoid him biting his own tongue, and applied the alcohol on his wound.
"Hrrnggh--!"
As expected, he started to squirm in pain, "sorry, I'll need to hold you down a bit."
Just as I was about to hold his limbs from moving too much, his squirming stopped. I took a glance at his face, and saw a burning resolve in his eyes. Well, that was a general for you. Not everyone could keep control of their body while their open wound was smothered with alcohol.